Chapter 1262

I saw Mo Lingwei carrying a child who was almost two years old and came down the stairs step by step. The little boy was wearing brand-new clothes and looked very cute.

But the exquisite eyebrows and eyes and expression, which could not be more exquisite, clearly have no similarity with Feng Shaojin.

Mrs. Feng had met Mo Lingyuan, but it had been a long time, and she didn't have much impression of Mo Lingyuan, anyway, she couldn't remember clearly.

But Feng Muyun admired Mo Lingyuan very much, how could he forget Mo Lingyuan's appearance.

This child was carved out of the same mold as Mo Lingyuan.

Mrs. Feng fixed her eyes on Mo Lingwei, gnashing her teeth with hatred.

This woman finally disappeared from the south and fled back to the Mo family in the north. How could she suddenly appear here with a child in her arms?

Mrs. Feng's thoughts were spinning all over, thinking of the reason why Feng Yichen couldn't get out of bed for three months after being beaten by Feng Shaojin, dark tides surged in her eyes.

She raised her hand covered with gemstone rings, pointed at Mo Lingwei tremblingly, her red lips trembling: "Here, this child was born by you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, two completely different and impatient voices sounded.

"No." Mo Lingwei denied indifferently.

"Yes." Feng Shaojin said firmly.

Mo Lingwei glared at Feng Shaojin angrily, and corrected again: "This child..."

"It's mine." Feng Shaojin stood up, walked in front of Mo Lingwei, and stopped her remaining words.

"Nonsense." Feng Muyun couldn't bear it any longer, and tapped the ground with the crutch in his hand, "Miss Mo, who does this child belong to?"

"It belongs to my brother." Mo Lingwei sat down on the chair with Xiu'er in his arms, and said in a gentle voice, "You have seen my brother, and from Xiu'er's appearance, you should know that it is my brother's child."

Mrs. Feng finally let out a sigh of relief.

After hearing this, Feng Muyun didn't know what it was like.

He was old and his health was getting worse day by day, all the big and small affairs of the Feng family were left to Feng Shaojin to handle.

When people step back from that position, they will have more free time. When people are idle, they will think wildly, want to enjoy family happiness, want to have grandchildren, and their hair will almost turn gray.

But these two unsatisfactory sons in the family didn't even bring back an egg to show him, let alone their grandson.

Now that he finally heard that Feng Shaojin had brought a child back to raise, and it was rumored that it was his illegitimate child, he was actually a little happy in his heart.

If this child is really a child that Feng Shaojin messed up outside, it would be nice to bring him back and keep him by his side.

Although he didn't seem to care about Mo Lingwei as much as before, he didn't even look at He Jingshu who lived at home, but he took Mo Jinlan, the second lady of the Mo family, with him for a long time, but he didn't hear of it. I like it a little bit.

Feng Muyun was afraid that he would be like this for the rest of his life, and he would not even leave a descendant.

Hearing what Mo Lingwei said at this moment, my heart that had just warmed up suddenly turned half cold.

This doll really didn't belong to their Feng family.

Feng Muyun nodded and sighed: "This doll looks very similar to First Young Master Mo."

Although Mrs. Feng couldn't remember Mo Lingyuan's appearance clearly, she still agreed: "I also don't think this child looks the same as Shaojin, so it really isn't our Feng family's seed."

Feng Shaojin sneered: "Master Ben said that this child belongs to Master Ben, and he belongs to Master Ben. Mrs. Mo fell into the cliff with Liujia in her arms. It is a miracle that she survived. Could it be the child in her belly?" The child survived.

As for looks..."

Feng Shaojin twitched the corners of his lips, and said boldly: "Have you never heard that a nephew looks like an uncle?"